New Parchment
by TwilightMoonbeams
Summary: Their parents are the most famous wizards in England, maybe even the world, but the descendants of the famed Weasley family are just regular teenagers who go to school, get into trouble, and fall in love. Except, of course, their mistakes don't go unnoticed by the entire Wizarding Community. Sequel to Picking Up the Pieces ON HIATUS - NO UPDATES UNTIL PUTP IS COMPLETE
1. 19 July 2017

**Alright, this story is a bit of an experiment. It's technically the sequel to Picking Up the Pieces but since we already know how PUTP ends (spoiler alert: it's the epilogue of Deathly Hallows) I though it might be interesting to get started on my next gen story. Just like it's predecessor, this is a collection of one-shots, but unlike PUTP, all of the vignettes are from the POV of the next gen kids and the OCs that they meet at school. **

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><p>Victoire was straddling the line between asleep and awake while she lounged on a canvas patio chair. She vaguely made out the sounds of her cousins kicking and splashing in the pool just a few feet away, but she was uninterested. Having turned seventeen only months prior, she was no longer restricted by The Trace. She exuded confidence in her role as the oldest and most mature of the Weasleys. That is, until Louis came running toward her carrying a pail of water that he proceeded to pour all over her.<p>

"Merlin's sweet –" she shrieked, catching herself before exposing the younger children to such dirty language. That was James' job after all.

The younger cousins burst into giggles when they saw her reaction. She couldn't help but laugh at herself and silently wish she had gone with the others to play Quidditch in the garden.

"Here," her sister Dominique handed her a dry towel.

"Thanks," Victoire laughed. "I could strangle the little git."

The two laughed and Victoire used a charm to dry their pool chairs. They laid back down and a few minutes later, Roxanne appeared carrying a pitcher and three goblets.

"What's this?" Dominique asked pouring herself a glass.

"A little bit of everything," Roxanne replied. "Pumpkin juice mostly and some weird French liquor I found in the cabinets. Plus the last bit of Schletters in Fred's stash."

"Not bad," Victoire replied after taking a sip and smacking her lips together. "Not good either, but that's beside the point."

The three of them laughed and clinked glasses while they kept an eye on the little ones splashing in the pool. They lounged in the sun until they saw a dozen silhouettes striding toward them from the gardens, each carrying a broomstick.

"They're back," Roxanne said sitting up.

Dennis and Bill collected the broomsticks and stored them back in the shed while the rest of the boys quickly shed their Quidditch robes and dove into the warm water. On the other side of the patio, Gabrielle uncorked a bottle of wine and poured a glass each for Fleur, Audrey and Hermione. Only a few feet away, Ginny and Angelina dipped their feet in the water while they took in the sun.

"I wish we could stay here forever," Roxanne breathed.

"Or at least until term starts," Dominique replied. "This is not a bad way to spend the summer holidays."

But alas, their time at the Delacour manor would soon come to an end. Dennis and Gabrielle had kindly invited them to spend a week at their home in the French countryside. They wanted their daughter Clarice to spend time with her cousins and Dennis never turned down a chance to visit with his old friend Harry Potter, so of course, the entire Weasley bunch hopped on the first train to France to spend their days lounging together by the pool.

"Oy!" Teddy plopped down on Victoire's beach chair.

"Get off!" she pleaded. "You're dripping."

"It's just water," he teased.

He leaned over to kiss her. She didn't even mind that his shaggy blue hair was soaking wet and dripped all over her face. She loved that Teddy's job let him get away for the week so they could spend some time together before she returned to Hogwarts for her last year. She relished every second with him knowing they would have to part ways come September first.

"Gross!" Roxanne splashed some of her spiked pumpkin juice at them.

"Oh stop," Dominique chided her. "I think they're cute."

"Of course they're cute," Roxanne laughed. "Doesn't mean I need to watch them snogging everywhere I go."

Victoire and Teddy ignored their snide comments and eventually Roxanne and Dom moved their chairs so they were facing away from the happy couple. Slowly, the sun dipped below the horizon and Gabrielle ushered them all inside to prepare for dinner. After they washed up and changed into proper attire, they reconvened on the veranda where their dinner had been set up, presumably by the house elves who convinced everyone that Gabrielle was a marvellous chef. Their hosts sat at the head of the long dining table and the younger children were seated inside for a quick meal before Clarice's nanny put them all to bed.

"Before dinner," Gabrielle stood up, raising her glass in the air, "I want to thank all of you for coming, especially my dear sister Fleur."

"To family!" Dennis said.

They all echoed his toast followed by a series of clinking glasses. At the head of the table, Gabrielle and Fleur continued their longstanding argument, with occasional comments from their husbands, regarding which school to send their youngest children to. Gabrielle was set on Beauxbatons, but with a little work, Bill had convinced Fleur that Hogwarts was best for Victoire and Dominique. When the time came, Louis was bound to attend the school in Scotland as well but even with all that support, Dennis was struggling to win over his own wife.

Further down the table, Charlie and Ron talked Quidditch with Ginny who filled them in on the latest statistics and her hunch that there would be some changes to the Cannons' roster. Next to them, Hermione did her best to engage Percy and Audrey. Percy had always been the black sheep of the family and his decision to marry the reformed daughter of Death Eaters didn't sit well with the family, but Hermione's kind heart kept her from excluding them like the rest of the family often did. For the sake of her children, she fought to invite Percy's family to every Weasley event, even those that took place oversees.

Opposite the adults, the older children savored the chance to attend a fancy dinner and drink wine, especially Dominique, Roxanne, James and Freddy who otherwise had to bribe Teddy to buy them spirits.

"What's this?" Roxanne asked poking at a shell on her plate with a fork.

"L'escargot," Victoire explained.

"Snails," Fred teased his little sister.

"Gross!" she hissed. "Really?"

"Try it!" James shoved them, two at a time, in his mouth. "It's awesome.

"Here," she pushed her plate toward him. "All yours."

They all laughed. It was rare that the cousins spent time together, and even rarer when Teddy was able to join him. So as soon as the meal was over, they took advantage of their limited time together and excused themselves from the table.

The adults moved to the conservatory for tea leaving the new generation of Weasleys to explore the rest of the Delacour manor. Dominique and Victoire who had visited the estate on occasion when their grandparents still owned it, knew their way around. They led the group to the ground floor which consisted of a large parlor room, a cellar and a guest room where Charlie was staying.

James swiped two bottles of wine from the cellar while Dominique dusted off the old record player behind the bar. They took healthy swigs from their glasses and glided around the room, dancing to Gabrielle's old record collection while their youngest siblings slept soundly. Everyone was slowly feeling the effects of the cheap wine and at the first opportunity, Victoire grabbed Teddy's hand and led him into a storage closet.

"Vic," he laughed, "what are we doing in here?"

She put a finger to his lips and shushed him. Then grabbed his hand and led him up a spiral staircase. Three flights of stairs later, they were standing at the top of the East Tower overlooking the property.

"How did you know this was up here?" he asked.

"My grandad used to bring me," she explained, "before Aunt Gabrielle took over the estate."

"It's beautiful," he said as they sat down on a stone bench.

"If we stick it out a few more hours," she told him, "we can watch the sunrise."

"What will we do until then?" he asked coyly.

"I've got a few ideas," she replied.

Teddy smiled. He turned to Victoire and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and slowly he lowered her onto her back as the ghost white moon hung in the sky above them.

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><p><strong>How did you like it? Should I keep going or wait for PUTP to catch up? More importantly, does anyone want to beta this story? I'm certain there are a few mistakes I didn't catch in this chapter so I would absolutely love a second pair of eyes on it. Plus, that means you get to read ahead before anyone else ;) I would be happy to reciprocate, just drop me a line!<br>**


	2. 5 August 2017

It was bright and sunny on the morning of the first Saturday in August. As had become customary, the Weasleys and their extended family came together for a friendly Quidditch match, that often veered into unfriendly territory as their competitive tendencies came out. This year was just like all the others except for the unbearable mockery Fred was soon to endure. He was quickly regretting the decision to invite his girlfriend Lyra Thomas to take part in the event. In fact, he wasn't even sure that she was his girlfriend but he was certain his cousins and uncles were determined to give him a hard time.

As usual, the games took place on the empty field behind the joke shop in Hogsmeade. The night before, they gathered on the lawn where Angelina and George had conjured a long table spread full of delicious foods. After dinner, the captains were chosen from the previous year's winning team and they chose their rosters for the next day's match.

This year's captains were Dominique, Neville, James and Gabrielle. James had picked Fred and Lyra before anyone else as a kind gesture to welcome her, unfortunately Fred was unsure if the kind gestures would continue considering he came from a family that put practical jokes above anything else. Fred inhaled deeply knowing that dinner with the family would be the more strenuous challenge. When it came to Quidditch, Lyra was a champion.

"Hey," Lyra bounced up to Fred who was looking over the playbooks James had put together for them.

"Hi," he moved over to make room for her.

"Why are you so nervous?" she asked.

"Look," he said quickly, "my family, they're crazy. I love them but don't take anything personally."

"It's alright," she took his hand. "I really like them."

"I'm not sure how long that will last," he sighed. "They tend to get crazy, especially during the games."

"Trust me," she kissed his cheek, "after all the stories my dad's told me, I think I can handle myself. Besides, I like spending time with you."

"Thanks," he kissed her.

It meant a lot that she had come for the games. He had never been so smitten with a girl before and he worried he might scare Lyra off if he told her how he really felt. But knowing she had made the effort to attend his crazy family reunion made him think, maybe she felt the same way. Maybe she was just as madly in love with him as he was with her.

"Oy!" James yelled at them from across the field.

"We better go," Fred took her hand. "James a stickler for tradition."

"We're on the same Quidditch team," she reminded Fred. "Believe me I know how he feels about tradition."

The two skipped toward James who had assembled the rest of their team and chosen a name that he was certain the marauders would endorse: _Son of a Snitch_. They were joined by the rest of the team comprised of George, Charlie, Victoire and Rolf Scamander. They were primed to win having the strongest team but they faced a team with two professional Quidditch players. Oliver and Ginny, even though she was now retired, made a living playing Quidditch. Plus they had Harry as a seeker. Charlie was fantastic but he was nearly ten years older than Harry and lacked the natural talent. Of course, James was insistent that they could take on his parents in a friendly Quidditch match. He was determined to win his first match as champion.

Their match was set to start at noon and in an effort to ensure they all returned to their jobs on Monday morning, there was a seven hour limit to the match. Seven hours for each Weasley sibling in their parents' generation, including Fred I.

Originally, when their parents started the tradition, there were barely enough players to field two teams and a single match was played. Now that the family had grown and more players joined, two matches took place and the highest scoring team was declared the winner. Fred wanted this win more than anything, especially so his family would take to Lyra and her promising Quidditch skills.

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><p>Roxanne and Dominique sat on a wooden bench Arthur had rescued from a muggle carousel. He charmed it to float through the air and served as a substitute for stands on their makeshift Quidditch pitch. The rest of their family watched the match from other pieces of vintage furniture charmed to levitate. Even some of the Hogsmeade locals came out for the entertainment. The two cousins were considering their own match to take place the following day.<p>

"Are you nervous?" Roxanne asked her. "It's your first time captaining."

"I'm not worried," she replied. "Mum's a terrible Seeker. I'll surely get the snitch before she does."

"If anyone does," Roxanne reminded her. "This match is nearly done and I don't think either of them will."

"Not that they need it," Dominique laughed. "Lyra's scored fifteen goals herself."

It was true. The newcomer was a brilliant Chaser, even putting their aunt Ginny to shame. It helped that Fred was the best Keeper any of them had ever played with. He was sure to take Captain when they returned to Hogwarts. So far he had only let three goals past him. But they need not worry about keeping score. Lee Jordan was happy to reprise his years as Quidditch commentator even for a friendly match between family.

"And the marker is set," Lee counted down. "The match is over in thirty seconds with _Son of a Snitch_ ahead at one hundred and seventy points, their opponents trailing behind at thirty."

It was nearly time to call the game when a shiny gold ball whizzed part Harry's head. He didn't even stop to see if Charlie had caught sight of the Snitch when he accelerated on his trusty Firebolt. Lee's countdown was lost on him as he sped to catch the tiny ball.

"Ladies and gentlmen," Lee continued, "with only ten seconds to spare Harry Potter has caught the Snitch! The finally score is one hundred and eighty points to the winners and _Son of a Snitch_ goes home with one hundred and seventy. What a match! It will certainly be a tense dinner tonight."

The charmed benches and armchairs slowly descended to the ground as everyone charged Harry. The losing team didn't even bother to hang their heads in defeat knowing that a long night of Butterbeer and amateur explosives lay ahead of them. They played for fun, after all. Dominique rolled her eyes knowing she would have trouble getting her team to sleep tonight in preparation for their own match the following day.

"Nice game," Lyra nudged Fred.

"Sorry we didn't win," he sighed.

"It's alright," she smiled. "It was a good match. I had fun."

"Butterbeer?" he offered.

"Lead me to it!" she smiled as they skipped toward a barrel propped on it's side under the tent.

A few feet from them, Teddy picked Victoire up into his arms. She squealed until he let her back down, planting a sweet kiss on her lips.

"Sorry you lost," he told her, "but also not sorry since we won!"

"Keep it up," she slithered out of his grasp. "Maybe I'll find a nice boy at The Three Broomsticks to keep me warm tonight."

"Don't you dare," he laughed. "I'm just teasing. You played beautifully."

"You're such a charmer!" she dragged her fingers through his bright blue hair.

As the rest of the family gathered around for the feast, a consolation prize for the _Sons of Snitches_, Teddy and Victoire skipped back toward the streets of Hogsmeade and into The Three Broomsticks where he had booked a room for the weekend. They knew her family wouldn't miss them while they got in some extra alone time before she hopped on the Hogswarts Express in a few weeks.

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><p><strong>Coming up next: It's that time of year again, the Hogwarts Express leave on 1st September!<br>**


	3. 1 September 2017

**TALLULAH IRVING  
>1 September 2017<strong>

Platform 9 ¾ was abuzz on this September morning. The usual hooting and meowing from the students' pets filled the air. They were only drowned out by the sound of mothers smoothing over their children's hair and giving stern warnings to stay out of trouble.

Victoire saw her cousins getting on the train for the first time and watched for a minute as Hermione kissed her oldest on the forehead. Before she could stroll over to greet them, she was caught off guard when a hand slid around her waist.

"Darling," she recognized Teddy's voice.

"Hi!" she giggled twirling around. "I thought you left."

"Not without another kiss," he told her.

She laughed and looped her arms around his neck. He held her close and kissed her lips gently. He hardly noticed the throngs of people around them as he slid his tongue between her lips. It wasn't until her cousins started shrieking and laughing that he finally let her go.

"Sorry," she laughed. "We can never be alone."

"It's alright," he told her. "I taught them to do that."

Victoire laughed. She was going to miss Teddy while she was back at school. The previous year was hard enough, but now that she knew how lonely it was at Hogwarts without him, she was dreading the return.

"Will you come visit?" she pleaded.

The train's whistle urged her to get on board.

"You'll miss your train," he said.

"Fine, I'm going," she kissed his cheek, "but promise you'll visit?"

"I'll visit," he assured her.

She smiled and hurried onto the train. The cheers and laughter coming from a compartment a few doors down alerted to where her sister was sitting. She walked toward it and saw Fred with his arm around Lyra. Dominique, Roxanne and James were sitting across from them and she could see her younger cousins spilling out of the compartment across from them.

"Hey," James teased, "nice of you to join us."

"Ha ha," she huffed sarcastically.

"You okay?" Dom asked.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I'll see him at Christmas."

"Enough," James said finally. "Can we talk about something else?"

"Like what?" Lyra asked.

"The new headmaster..." he offered.

"Or headmistress," Roxanne, the ever-diligent feminist responded.

"I applaud your move toward equality, but that's not applicable here," he replied. "I heard my dad talking to Neville. I think he got the job."

"I love how you call him Neville," Lyra laughed.

"That's his name, ain't it?" James chided.

"You know what she means," Dominique rolled her eyes.

"Hey," Roxanne chimed in, "did you guys see Uncle Percy yelling at someone over broom regulations?"

"Yeah," Lyra laughed. "What was he doing on the platform?"

"He was checking to make sure the portal in King's Cross is working," Fred explained. "The ministry checks it every year. But you know him, can't turn down a chance to impart knowledge."

"Wait," Dom asked, "why does he checked the portal every year?"

"Seriously?" James practically spit at her. "You don't know the story?"

"Don't be cruel," Victoire kicked him, "just tell us."

"Your dad," he nodded toward Fred and Roxanne, "tells it better. But the story goes, my dad and Uncle Ron couldn't get through the portal so instead they took Grandpa's old car, not the new shiny one, and flew to school following the train."

"You're an awful storyteller," Fred interrupted.

"You tell it then," James replied.

"I will," Fred laughed. "So Uncle Ron has no idea how to work the car and somewhere over Scotland either a charm prevents the car from flying over the grounds or it's just old and can't make the trip. Whatever the reason, it starts breaking down just as they reach the castle and they crash into the Whomping Willow. Honestly, I don't even know how they're still alive."

"So what happened then?" Lyra wanted to know.

"Nothing really," James replied. "They got tossed around a bit but Dad pretty much ran the school. I think they missed the feast. Either way, it's a great story."

"No, the car, I mean," Lyra corrected herself.

"Oh yeah," Fred laughed. "It's still in the Forbidden Forest. Doesn't work anymore though. I reckon it's got mandrake root growing in it now."

"Your dad was wild," Lyra laughed.

"My dad?" James scoffed. He nudged Roxanne. "Tell her about when your dad quit school."

"He quit?" Lyra was in awe.

"It was different then," Fred replied quickly. "There was a war happening."

"Doesn't make it any less cool," Roxanne laughed. "He and Uncle Fred set off explosives in the Great Hall. Umbridge, you've probably read about her in History of Magic, was livid. Right in the middle of exams too!"

"You can read all about it in the library," Victoire said. "Rita Skeeter wrote a book on it but most of it is untrue. At least that's what Mum says."

"Calls it sensationalist prose," Dominique said. "It's may not be true but it's sure intersting."

"I didn't know your family was so mischievous," Lyra told Fred.

"I believe James' grandfather practically invented mischief," he flashed his cousin a knowing wink.

After discovering the map in Harry's desk drawer, James and Fred explored every secret room and exhausted the seven passages into Hogsmeade to bring back barrels of butterbeer from The Three Broomsticks. Eventually they shared the secrets with their cousins, but never told them about the map. It was their secret, at least until they figured out how to replicate it.

"We should probably change into our robes," Dom said as the train neared the castle.

They all murmured in agreement and James and Fred got changed quickly before the girls kicked them out. By the time the boys got back, they had already changed and were checking on the compartment across from them to make sure Albus and Rose were okay.

When the train came to a halt, they all climbed off and saw Hagrid towering over everyone holding a lantern as usual. Victoire helped her younger cousins toward the boats, stopping to adjust Al's collar.

"It's fine," he huffed, shaking her off. A defeated Victoire, slunk away with the rest of the older students while Hagrid caught sight of some familiar faces.

"There yeh're!" the grizzly man flashed Albus a wink before ushering the first years toward the boats. "No more'n four ter a boat!"

Albus broke into a smile at the sight of his godfather. He didn't want to be pegged as a teacher's pet on the first day but it took every ounce of strength to restrain himself from jumping onto Hagrid's back like he usually did.

"This way," Rose nudged him. "Come on."

He followed her onto a boat that was occupied by a brunette student he didn't recognize.

"Mind if we slide in?" Rose asked.

"Not at all," the girl smiled. "I'm Tallulah."

"Pleasure," Rose shook her hand. "Rose Weasley, and this is my cousin Al."

"Hi," he motioned with a subtle wave.

"Wait up!"

They all turned and saw a dark-haired boy with a mischievous smile running toward them. The boat had already started moving toward the castle when he reached the shore. In a single jump, he cleared the two-foot gap between the shoreline and the boat but not without jostling them as water splashed on either side of them. Instinctively Tallulah raised her hands.

"_Secco!_" she commanded, and the boat settled.

"You saved us," Rose beamed at her new friend.

"Yeh alrigh' down there?" Hagrid called out from halfway across the lake.

"We're fine!" Albus shot him a thumbs up.

Hagrid nodded, turning his attention to the other troublemakers in various boats. Meanwhile, Rose was determined to find out who had nearly capsized them.

"You're lucky Tallulah knows that neat trick," she placed her hand on her hips. "We could have ended up as dinner for the giant squid."

"Calm down," the boy rolled his eyes. "You're fine, aren't ya?"

"Yeah Rose," Al agreed. "Just let it go."

"Fine," she crossed her arms and scooted next to her new friend. "Where did you learn that anyway? Wandless magic is supposed to be really difficult."

"Lucky, I guess," Tallulah replied. "My mom taught it to me when I was young but it doesn't always work."

"Oh, okay," Rose sighed, "but it was pretty wicked."

"Can you not tell anyone, though?" the girl asked. "I don't want them to think I'm a showoff."

"You're not a showoff," Rose said quickly. "If _he_ hadn't tried to get us killed..."

"We won't tell," Albus assured her, cutting Rose off.

"Thanks," Tallulah flashed him a weak smile. Then she turned to the other first year who was fidgeting with something in his pocket. "So, who are you anyway?"

"McLaggen," he tipped an imaginary hat. "Jasper McLaggen."

"Care to explain why you nearly tipped us over?" Rose asked, pressing the matter.

"The Finnigan girl took my looking glass," he muttered. "I was trying to get it back and nearly missed the boats. I _am_ sorry."

Before Rose could accept his apology, they approached the shoreline at the edge of the castle and followed Hagrid into the Entrance Hall. From there, Rose and Al recognized their parents' friend Neville in his charcoal dress robes. He ushered the first years into a corridor and addressed them with a stern smile.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" he bellowed. "For those of you who are unfamiliar, we will being the sorting ceremony before the start-of-term feast. There are four houses; Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, all of which have procured talented witches and wizards. During your time here, your dormitories and common rooms will be assigned based on your house loyalties. The ceremony will begin shortly. Please wait here and I will return when we are ready for you."

Neville, or Professor Longbottom as he was referred to at Hogwarts, left the room allowing the first years to chat with one another.

"I hope I'm in Slytherin," Rose heard a boy say. She immediately recognized him from the platform and rolled her eyes as he spoke animatedly to the other children around him.

"I'm a Gryffindor," Jasper announced. "My father won't have it any other way."

"You? A Gryffindor?" Rose scoffed. Albus gave her a warning look, but before he could say a word, Neville was back to lead them into the Great Hall.

The students gathered in a line near the head table while Neville read from a long list beginning with Morgan Andersen who was sorted into Ravenclaw. At the center of the head table, Minerva's seat was now occupied by a slender witch with dark hair and long, elegant fingers. She wore olive robes and a pointy hat. Rose recognized her as Aurora Sinistra from the Chocolate Frog cards. The woman was stoic, clapping in between each announcement from the sorting hat while Rose tapped her foot impatiently until she heard Aoife Finnigan's name called. She caught Jasper rolling his eyes when the feisty girl was chosen to join Hufflepuff.

"Tallulah Irving!" Neville continued through the long list of names.

Rose watched as the brunette sauntered toward the rickety stool. With great trepidation, she placed the hat on the head and was quickly announced as a Gryffindor. Rose breathed a sigh of relief. At least she would know someone in her year when she was inevitably sorted into Gryffindor as well. Shortly after Tallulah, the Malfoy boy was sorted into Slytherin and then Jasper joined the Gryffindor table, not without an eye roll on Rose's part.

She noticed the grimace on her cousin's face when his surname was called out. Unlike her cousins on the Quidditch team who had embraced their fame, she and Albus didn't like being made the centre of attention. Her anxiety only worsened when she realized how long the hat was taking to make a decision.

"Hufflepuff!" it finally blurted out.

Rose's jaw dropped along with everyone else in the Great Hall. They had all assumed Albus would join the rest of his family and there was visible shock and awe as he scurried over to the Hufflepuff table. Rose felt her heart drop into her stomach. All of her confidence was drained as she waited impatiently for her name to be called.

The line of unsorted students dwindled slowly until Rose's name was called. Only two other students remained when she took her seat and donned the hat.

"Clever girl," the hat mused.

"Please be Gry-"

She hadn't even finished her thought when the hat assuaged all of her fears, sending a calming sensation through the entirety of her body.

"Gryffindor!"

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><p><strong>So, I know I said no updates until PUTP is complete, but I just couldn't stay away. Some of these chapters will feel a little redundant, and I apologize, but there were a few things I needed to change. In the meantime, PUTP has 60 chapters, check it out or, even better, head over to my profile and check out White Wave by my amazing beta whitetiger91! <strong>


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